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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.