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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.