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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.