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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
New Order,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.