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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.