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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.