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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.