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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.