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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.