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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.