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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.