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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Can,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.