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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.