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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.