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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.