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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.