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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.