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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.