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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.