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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.