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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.