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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.