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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Darondo,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.