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 Italy 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.