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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.