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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The Move,
Television,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.