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 Panama and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.