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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.