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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.