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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.