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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Hashim,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.