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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.