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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.