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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.