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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.