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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.