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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.