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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.