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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.