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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Massinfluence 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.