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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.