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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.