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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.