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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.