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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.