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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.