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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Index,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Slave,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.