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 London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.