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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.