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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.