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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.