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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Fear,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.