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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
AZ,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.