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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.