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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Television,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.