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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.