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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.