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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.