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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.