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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.