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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Visage,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.