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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.