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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.