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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.