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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.