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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.