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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.