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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Wings,
Little Man,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.