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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.