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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.