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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Swans,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Fall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.