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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.