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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.