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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.