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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.