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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Monolake,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.