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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.