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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.