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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.