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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.