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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.