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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.