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 Samoa and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Niagra,
AZ,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.