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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.