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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.