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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Wire,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.