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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
CMW,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.