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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Slave,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
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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.