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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
X-102,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Gong,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.