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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.