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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.