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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.