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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Mars,
MDC,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.