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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.