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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.