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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.