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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.