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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.