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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.