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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.