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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.