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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.