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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.