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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
CMW,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Gong,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.