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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Model 500,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.