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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.