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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.