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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.