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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.