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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.