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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.