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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.