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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.