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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Index,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.