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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.