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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.