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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.