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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.