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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Aswad,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.