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 Zambia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.