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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
10cc,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.