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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.