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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.