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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.