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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.