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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.