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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.