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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.