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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Litter,
CMW,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.