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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.