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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.