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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.