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 France and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.