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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.