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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.