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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.