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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Index,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.