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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.