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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.