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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.