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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
The Associates,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.