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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.