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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.