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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.