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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.