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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Organ,
Smog,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.