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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.