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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.