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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.