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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.