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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.