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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.