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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.