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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.