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 Chad 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.