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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Faust,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.