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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.