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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.