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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Bill Near,
ABC,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.