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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.