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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.