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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.