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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
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.