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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.