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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.