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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Scion,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.