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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.