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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.