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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.