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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.