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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.