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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.