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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Liliput,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.