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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.