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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.