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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Index,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.