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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.