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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.