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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
the Human League,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
UT,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.