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 Barbados and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.