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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.