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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.