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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Gong,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.