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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.