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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.