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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.