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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.