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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Slave,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Can,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.