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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.