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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Dark Day,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.