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 Norway 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.