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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.