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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.