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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Q65,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.