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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.