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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.