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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.