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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.