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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Index,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.