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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.