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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.