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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dark Day 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.