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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Fear,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.