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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.