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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
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 Urselle to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.