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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.