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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.