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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.