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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.