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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.