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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.