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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.