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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.