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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.