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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.