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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.