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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.