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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.