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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.