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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Heaven 17 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
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.