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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.