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 San Marino and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.