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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.