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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.