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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.