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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.