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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
The Move,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.