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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.