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 Singapore and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.