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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The Motions,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
June Days,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.