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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.