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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.