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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.