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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.