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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.