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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.