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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.