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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Swans to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.