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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.