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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.