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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Pole,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.