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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.