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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.