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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Faust to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.