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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.