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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.