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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.