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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.