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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.