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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.