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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.