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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.