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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.