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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.