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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.