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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Names,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.