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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.