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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.