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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.