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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.