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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.