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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Slits to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.