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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Wire,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Interpol,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.