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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.