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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.