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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.