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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.