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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.