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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.