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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.