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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.