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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Residents,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.