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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.