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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.