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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.