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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.