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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.