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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.