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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
the Association,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.