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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.