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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Gong,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.