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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.