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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.