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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Q65,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.