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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Index,
Hoover,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.