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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
PIL,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.