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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Swans,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
cv313,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.