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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.