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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.