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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.