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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.