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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.