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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Chrome,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.