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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Index,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.