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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.