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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.