Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.