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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.