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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.