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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.