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 China and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.