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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Mexico City and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.