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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.