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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Franke,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.