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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.