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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.