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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.