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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.