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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.