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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Fear,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.