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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.