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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.