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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.