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 Colombia and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.