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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.