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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.