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 Afghanistan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.