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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 Guru Guru 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.