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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.