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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.