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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.