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 Morocco and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.