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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Can,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.