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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.