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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.