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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.