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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.