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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.