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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.