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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Crime,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.