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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.