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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.