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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.