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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.