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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.