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 Belarus and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.