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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.