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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.