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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.