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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.