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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Index,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.