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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.