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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.