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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.