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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.