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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.