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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June Days,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.