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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.