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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Names,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.