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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.