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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.