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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.