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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.