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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Names,
ABC,
Qualms,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.