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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.