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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.