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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.