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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.