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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.