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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.