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 China and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.