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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.