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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
The Busters,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.