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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.