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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.