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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.