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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.