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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.