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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Main Source,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.