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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.