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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.