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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.