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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.