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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.