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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Doors,
June Days,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.