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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.