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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.