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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Skriet,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.