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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.