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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.