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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.