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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.