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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.