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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.