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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.