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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Section 25,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.