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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.