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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.