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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.