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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.