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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Knickerbockers 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.