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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.