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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.