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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Wire,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.