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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.