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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.