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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.