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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.