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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.