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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.