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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Television,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.