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 France and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.