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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.