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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.