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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.