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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Can,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.