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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.