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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.