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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.