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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.