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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.