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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Crime,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.