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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.