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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.