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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.