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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.