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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.