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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
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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.