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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.