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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.