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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.