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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.