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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.