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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.