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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.