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 China and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.