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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.