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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
the Human League,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.