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 Panama and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.