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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.