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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Rakim,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.