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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.