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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.