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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
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.