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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.