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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.