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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Nico,
Wings,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.