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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.