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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.