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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.