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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.