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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.