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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.