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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.