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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Fear,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.