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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.