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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.