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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.