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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.