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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.