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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.