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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.