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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.