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 France and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Ten City,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.