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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.