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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Organ,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.