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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.