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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Magma,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.