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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Scion,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.