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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.