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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.