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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.