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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.