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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.