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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.