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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.