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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.