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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.