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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.