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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.