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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Gladiators to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Wire,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.