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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.