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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.