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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.