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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.