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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Fear,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.