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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.