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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Pagans,
10cc,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.