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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
New Order,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.