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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.