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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.