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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.