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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Can,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.