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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.