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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Unwound,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.