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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.