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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Television,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.