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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.