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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.