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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.