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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.