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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.