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 Chad and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 808 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.