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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.