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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
MC5,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.