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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Brick,
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.