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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
ABC,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.