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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.