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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.