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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.