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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.