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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.