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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Inner City,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.