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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.