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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.