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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Monks to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.