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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.