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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.