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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.