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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.