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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
AZ,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.