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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.